it's a damn cold night
Thursday, September 20, 2007
you've been doing it since i was
pri 1.
the one who use to slap me whenever you're not in the right mood.
the one who waits for me at the foot of my primary school stairs just to beat me during recess time.
the one who kicks me.
the one who whacks with my head your belt buckle.
the one who throws books at my head.
the one who canes me till i bleed.
the one who punched me so hard that my tooth fell out.
the one who threatened to kill me when i was sec 4.
remember all this?
what's the difference if you really remembered?
i'm fucking 21 this year and you still want to find fault with me even at 3am in the morning.
wanting to slap me still?
just please beat me to death.
i would gladly let you do it.
yes, i have no character.
no
personality.
you have all the character and
personality.
a person who possess all those won't hit his own daughter.
i'm always this useless to you.
you made me who i am today.
you made me know how to defend myself.
you made me useless.
you're my father.
do what you feel is right.
so contagious
9:56 PM
